One of the unexpected fringe benefits of getting married has been the legitimate utilization of the mesh sponge. (Side bar: I always heard of these things referred to as luffas. This seems to be a misnomer, since the luffa gourd is the source of authentic luffa sponges.) I was never raised in a frou-frou environment, and for most of my life bathing consisted of some hot water, bar of Irish Spring soap and some elbow grease; at the most there may have been some 40 grit sandpaper or steel wool for those really stubborn oil and grease stains. In my single days, there was no conceivable situation that would precipitate me marching myself into any retail establishment and purchasing a mesh sponge. I was infinately more likely to shoplift it. A more likely purchase would have been (and this was my favourite store run as Town Driver for Calvin Crest) a package of adult diapers, tampons and six litres of rootbeer. Now I have body wash and a mesh sponge, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like it.
Marriage has taught me to realize that sometimes being right can be utterly wrong, how to apologize and mean it, how to truly appreciate being alone and how to truly appreciate being together. And it has taught me to love the luffa.
4 comments:
What brought you to purchase the hair stuff?
But I say, good for you, man. And very nice post.
Thanks, James. Jocelyn's a good salesperson, what can I say? She says get it, I get it. You don't like?
wow... this whole marriage thing has been good for you. way to go christy!! i personally am a fan of the loofa or whatever... glad you've joined the rest of the world in agreeing that they are wonderful.
Yesterday I asked Jocelyn where she'd draw the line with my head.
"Shaved."
"What about dye?"
"Pink."
"Pink? But what if it was that trendy pink that's really light because white's mixed in?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"Jocelyn, I'm afraid our relationship's built on vanity. That saddens me."
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